[ Fun! Payback! It never hurts to have a varied arsenal. For a moment Luke makes a face like Asch had demanded her to sprout wings and start flying in loops above his head while making rappig noises. Really? Really? Wasn't it enough to have the same (if slightly thinner) face? ...okay, maybe not. His replica might have short hair or something, and political gatherings could be dangerous if the wrong people snuck in. ]

You're welcome to stand here until you turn into an ice sculpture. Throw a little seed on and ta-da-! Bird feeder.

[ Not that she'd let that happen, even if Asch was stupid enough to stand rooted to that spot for months on end. Sighing, Luke sets the firewood down and rolls her shoulders. Hopefully he won't ask for some kind of royal seal or identification papers; of all the stuff she'd gathered, that wasn't among them. ]

But say I didn't mind proving I'm not some fake. [ Hah, what irony. ] What do you want to do, play twenty questions? Fight to the death?